Beadle's Dime Novels No. 120: The Hunchback — page 11: what you’re looking at

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WANDO’S SADNESS, 13 Caspar went a little further down the beach and flung him- self at length upon the white sand, from which position he did not stir until summoned by the Captain. The latter sat down on the hummock which Wando had vacated and lighted a pipe, for the soft twilight seemed to invite them to such solace. The Indian sat down at his feet, and together they watched the fading colors in that summer sky across the silent lake. Wando was the first to speak, and his deep voice sunk into sadness as he said, in broken English, -“ Look out on sky, cappen. As colors are going from the sky, so red-man is yielding his place in the land of his fathers. That flush will come again in the morning, but the glory Which is passing from the nations will come back to them no more. The heart of Wando is very sad. The Yankees and the English are fighting, and for what do they fight? One says, ‘This is my land, you shall pay me so much for its use.” The other says, ‘No; we haye worked for it and made it fertile, and it is ours’ And so they fight. “But, neither of them think of the Indian, for whose hunting-grounds they are fighting. I have lived long, and have heard many tales from the fathers. The time was when the Delawares and Mohegans, now so few, were a great people. When there was a great tribe called Pequods. Where have they gone? Fire-water and the sword, these two have joined to destroy them.” | “We will do justice to your people,” said Stanton, “T no blame any one,” replied the Indian. “ It is the work of the great Munitou. There are good and bad white men. I think your people better than the English, and so I help them, There will be fighting soon at Schuyler.” “Ha! Say you so?” “St. Leger and Brandt have left Burgoyne wad ba mabictidd their march across country. They are coming to the fort. But if the colonel look out, they no take it.” “Trust Peter Stuyvesant,” said Stanton. “ He will take ~ Care that no time is lost. You are sure they are coming ?” “Ticonderoga is taken and the Hurons lap blood. Woe to the white men who fall into their hands! In the old time, When Hendrick was chief of. the Mohawks, they came into Our country. But, Sir William sent them home howling like comicbooks.conn